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The Chocolate Wife
by James Robert Sands © 2005

Gabriel was not having his best day. He picked up the snifter before him and swirled the amber liquid. There was no one in the upscale Les Jacques Hotel bar, in the heart of Paris, but the bartender and himself. The bartender looked happy. Gabriel growled at his thoughts.

Christ, what the fuck did she want from him?

He'd come home to find his suitcases neatly packed. She'd placed them outside on the curb so the neighbors could see. When he barreled into the living room, she was waiting for a scene. But he didn't create one. He just asked her, "What the fuck you want from me?"

"Gone, Gabe," she said. "Just gone. Close the door on your way out."

Her final words still echoed in his mind.

Gabriel was one lonely Frenchman, sitting where others had sat before, with a snifter of brandy in his hand. He didn't want to get drunk. He didn't want to get kicked out of this house either.

Time went by, and the brandy snifter's contents disappeared down his throat. Gabriel's chin drifted closer to the snifter and the bar. He wasn't sleeping, just depressed. This schoolteacher was about at the end of his rope.

A young man, obviously a foreigner, stopped in the bar entry, looking around. He seemed lost, but appeared to focus on the bar, then came and sat himself on the stool to Gabriel's right.

Gabriel glanced at the young man, thinking he must be one of those 'damned stupid Americans'. This assumption was confirmed when the bartender waited on the young man.

"May I get you something, Sir?" The bartender spoke excellent English.

"I'll have a bourbon and soda, bonded please."

There is something forlorn about the young man that would have been obvious to the most casual observer, however Gabriel was too concerned with his own problems that night. He was immediately offended by the young man's odor, language, accent and dress. Glancing at the foreigner again, Gabriel looked away.

The bartender brought the young man his drink, asking, "Are you all right, Sir?"

At that, Gabriel looked up and studied the young man's downtrodden face. It quickly became clear to him what kind of difficulty the man was having.

"Woman trouble. Ha!" Gabriel spat out under his breathe to no one in particular. What could this young man possibly know about woman trouble?

The young man nodded at the bartender, showed him his room key and took a huge slug from his drink, but ignored Gabriel's comment.

Gabriel switched to English and pressed on. "I am right? Woman trouble, no?"

The young man turned to him and nodded.

"Yes, it's awful, " he sniffed. "You do understand English, don't you? Yes, of course you do. Everyone does these days."

Gabriel nodded and tried to smile at the young man.

He seemed to make up his mind about talking, and suddenly blurted out, "You see, it's Ann's and my, oh, my gosh, Ann's my wife you see."

Gabriel began to think that the young man was crazy.

"Well, it's Ann's and my Anniversary and she thought we should do something a little different, you see."

"Different? Vive la difference, yes?"

"Yes, well, in this case, kinky, you know? Mind you, I had no idea."

He looked at Gabriel, who nodded again and replied, "Of course not."

"Well, yes, and what she's done, you know," and he leaned over to whisper to Gabriel, "she's coated herself with chocolate."

"Herself? You mean her body?"

"Yes, her pelvis, and legs, and belly. And she wants me to lick it off."

"That sounds—most interesting," Gabriel ventured.

"The problem is, well, I've never done that before, and I," he straightened, "don't intend to do such a thing, ever."

"Mon Dieu, man. You can't mean that. How did she take it?"

"Oh, she doesn't know just yet." The young man was quickly becoming flustered. "You see, she's still up there, waiting. Trussed to the head board and the foot board, nude as a jaybird with chocolate all over from her navel to her upper thighs, and," he leaned even closer, "I think she has some of the chocolate stuffed up in her too. And of course, she is blindfolded, too."

"How the hell did you get out of there anyway, with her there like that? Blindfolded and vulnerable."

"I told her I was going to the hotel store so that I could buy a camera to take pictures of her. God, what am I going to do?"

"Young man, what is your name, anyway?" Gabriel inquired.

"Oh, Tom Bush."

"Well, Tom," and Gabriel straightened, "You are a lucky man. You have had the fortune to meet the finest pussy eater in France, and probably the rest of the world, too."

"You mean you do such a thing?"

"But, naturellement I do. I love it. Possibly, if you could watch me sometime you might learn to enjoy. There is no other way to give a woman such pleasure, young man. She will adore you for it."

Suddenly the young man sat up, obviously thinking about what had been said. It was much like 'the light bulb of invention' had just gone off in Tom's mind's eye. He actually got a small smile on his face.

"What are you thinking now?" Gabriel asked, smiling and thinking that Tom was nuts.

The young man leaned close again. "She'd never know, she's blindfolded." He looked closely at Gabriel for a moment, and then continued. "Would you do that for me?"

"Eat out your wife?"

"Shhh." Tom came closer yet. "Of course, that's it. You can eat her out and she'll be happy, thinking I did it."

Gabriel turned to look at the young man closely, thinking again that the fellow must be crazy. "I suppose that is true."

Tom was getting excited and having a problem keeping control of himself.

"Would you?"

Gabriel looked at Tom, exasperated though secretly enchanted. "Hmm. Well, what does your wife look like? Do you have a figure of her?"


Gabriel, struggling with the language, continued, "A photograph."

Tom scrambled to pull her photograph from his wallet, handing it to Gabriel. He watched as the Frenchman studied the photograph.

Gabriel examined the snapshot closely. Not a very good one, of the young man's quite beautiful wife. Shot in someone's backyard. Their wedding, apparently. A little pudgy for Gabriel's taste normally, but not bad at all and young enough to make that slight roundness appealing. He noticed the young man leaning over his shoulder. What kind of fool is this American?

"What do you think?" Tom inquired, anxiously.

Gabriel turned to him. "I would be happy to accommodate you."

The young man was obviously relieved and overjoyed. He shook Gabriel's hand and pulled him from the bar.

*               *                *

The bedroom door opened soundlessly and the two men entered, but the young woman tied helplessly to the four-poster bed somehow knew. She lay there, much less chubby than the photograph had showed her. She was quite beautiful, vulnerable, and sexy. Chocolate had been spread from her navel to her thighs, and obviously an amount of it had been stuffed up in her pussy. It had been smeared over her anus too. It stopped Gabriel dead in his tracks, the sight of her. Like a great piece of art! The two of them had agreed that he would say nothing and simply go about the business of eating the chocolate. Gabriel was quite happy with the arrangement.


"Yes, baby. You okay?"

"A little cold."

"I had to turn up the air conditioning so that the chocolate wouldn't melt."

Gabriel noticed that the chocolate was already melting onto the plastic sheet she was laid out upon.

"I'm going to take pictures now, baby."

"Okay. But hurry, will you? I'm horny."

Tom pulled a camera from his pocket and begins to take several snapshots from all angles as Gabriel wondered how the fool could wait. She's horny? He'd be fucking her half to death in a minute. When Tom moved back, he motioned Gabriel forward.

"Okay baby, here we go," and the unmitigated fool pointed at Gabriel.

Gabriel didn't nod or acknowledge Tom's command in any way. He was a man on a mission. He proceeded to eat pussy. He was unable to get his tongue to her anus, the way she was laying, but he lifted her bottom, and he managed it. He licked the chocolate away. Then he moved to her thighs and began work in earnest. Tom watched, a look of distaste spreading over his features as Gabriel finished her thighs and moved up, ignoring her vaginal area, and went to work on her stomach. The luscious wife was going crazy beneath him.

"Oh, baby. You are something else. I never knew you could do this so well," she panted.

She tossed her head, the only part of her which was not restrained. Lines of perspiration broke out on her forehead, upper lip, and between her breasts. Her face was a mask of ultimate ecstasy. Her mouth was open, gasping for air.

Gabriel wondered if Tom had ever seen his wife like this. So turned on. So wanton. Tom's face paled and he turned to go to the bathroom, perhaps in case he had to throw up.

As he ate this beautiful woman, Gabriel removed his shirt and pants. He reared up from the gasping woman, and pulled his shorts down. He was now wearing only his shoes and socks. He figured that he'd at least get to masturbate before he left the room. He opened the woman's labia. They were, as he suspected, smeared with chocolate and Gabriel smiled, wondering if she had actually stuffed it up her pussy. He began to lick. He used his lips on each side of her vulva, cleaning and swallowing the chocolate as he went, working to stay on top of the bucking woman. Then he went up the center, pushing the lips to each side as he gobbled away the goodies. At the end of that lick he stopped, and took her exposed clit in his mouth and sucked it in.

"Ahhh. God!" The woman cried out.

Gabriel noticed that the young man had come out of the bathroom, still looking pale. But the young man's problem was his own. The Frenchman continued to suck her clit as the wife became a bucking bronco beneath him. He released it after a minute and went searching for the last of the chocolate.

"Oh, my God, Tom. Oh shit, I'm going to come!"

Finishing his meal, Gabriel moved back to her clit and pressed his vibrating tongue against it as the woman went crazy. Suddenly, her body thrust upward, taut as a bowstring, getting as close to his tongue as she could, then she melted away beneath him. He felt shudder after shudder run through her as she went though her orgasm and came down. He held his tongue on her clit until she became a limp rag in his hand.

Gabriel looked around. The young man was pale as a ghost and ran back into the bathroom. He looked down at this beautiful piece of woman flesh that fate had given him, for however short a time. Quite satisfied.

She smiled up at him, "Fuck me, my husband. Bury yourself in my slick pussy and fuck me, fuck me."

Gabriel looked toward the bathroom. The American had not returned. He turned back to the woman and picked up his raging cock in his hand. He slowly approached her and placed the purple head of it on her pussy. He rubbed up, then down. Up, then down.

The woman beneath him gasped, "Don't tease me, Tommy, fuck me."

Gabriel looked around one more time, then he buried himself in her.

"Oh God. Tommy, you feel so big tonight. You fill me."

Then he was fucking her. His penis a piston, driving into the depths of her. He leaned over her, pounding her clitoral area with his pelvis as he fucked. He slowed and then, rotating his body, he caused his penis to go round and round in her labia. Then he began to drive once more. He watched her abdomen as he pulled out as far as he could, and then buried himself in her again, over and over. Suddenly, her stomach began to quiver.

She gasped, and came again. Gabriel couldn't take it anymore. He pulled his penis from her and spurts came over her belly, tits, and lower chin. He leaned over her and kissed her, but pulled out of reach before she could touch him anywhere but the lips. He hadn't come like that in years.

When Gabriel finally got off the bed, his legs were wobbly. The young woman was talking, as she licked the come from her chin.

Pouting, she said, "Why'd you pull away, Tom? I wanted to cuddle!" But then she started to smile, "You've never done that before. That was absolutely wild, coming on me like that. Isn't it wonderful? Va-ri-ety! Let's hear it for variety!"

Tom came from the bathroom as Gabriel dressed, and started talking to his wife as he removed his own clothes.

"I love you, Baby. I love you so much," he said as he used a damp towel to wipe off the sticky come from her belly and breasts.

"I love you too, Tommy. With all my heart."

Gabriel closed the suite door as silently as possible. He walked down the hall with a slight smile on his face. Suddenly, he leapt up into the air, clicking his heels together, and then quite calmly entered the waiting elevator.

The elevator chimed as the doors began to close. At the last moment, laughter squeezed out of the closing doors, echoing in the stillness of the hall.

© 2005 James Robert Sands. All rights reserved. Content may not be copied or used in whole or part without written permission from the author.


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